Tuff Luck

I meant what I said
And I can’t forget how I felt:
Like a rock, a glimpse
A sour piece of it, wrapped in quilt
Are you sorry? Are you green?
Do you burn inside just thinking about it?
I am through taking it, through of breaking you
It’s trouble to try when you ache inside

Shake out the sheets, throw my things out
Out the window
I wasn’t down with this, I wasn’t
Prepared for you

The things that you tell me, are no surprise at all
Too much broken, words I’d rather forget
Take it even, make it slow
What was I thinking, I was unravelling
At the birthmark I split in two
Opened your hands of black and blue

Shake out the sheets, throw my things out
Out the window
I wasn’t down with this, I wasn’t
Prepared for you